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Sometimes

Yeh I was born in Stoke Newington
Stokey for most of these
Where concrete is over trees
And old dreams get cut and bleed
Walking free when I was young
I used to duck and weave
Playing up in Clissold Park
And laughin' in that London breeze
'93 I was a 3 year old with many schemes
Dreamed of playing football
Skills with Arsenal just like Henry
Sticker books remember wrestling the undertaker
Now it's fake but I used to idolise when
He'd get hit or break up
I was in that nursery making stories, cakes
Fell in love for that first time I remember days
When I was bullied beat up weekly kicked
And slapped away
Clutchin' on to monkey bars
Hoping they'd all go away
London city sounds
Sirens in the dark of night
Helicopters fly above my head
I'd never get a fright
Love them early days living in that constant noise
Bustle in my ear was like music to this little boy

Sometimes we go and forget
Where we came from
And we don't know
Sometimes we go and forget
Where we came from
And we don't know
Sometimes we go and forget
Where we came from
And we don't know
Yeah we don't know

July 94' we packed it up and closed the door
Evering Road was now just an image
That we turned and saw
What we left behind my friends my cousins
Relatives, my birth place
My first taste of how to live and how to give
Hackney Downs playing fields distant memories
Sitting on the boat crying dad was all this meant to be
I was scared of starting school again
Would some be all rude again
Beat me up and treat me like a fool again
The green emerald a thousand welcomes negative
Growin' up a constant outside
Never settled quick
Settling was hard when you're treated like a lump of shit
Sayin' you're a black 'n' tan a cunt for what you fuckin' did
But I never did nothing
I told 'em that so many times
Got in scuffles, screamed at girls sayin' shit like they were right
I hate that history, I hate that union jack
I'll never speak for any man or any flag

Sometimes we go and forget
Where we came from
And we don't know
Sometimes we go and forget
Where we came from
And we don't know
Sometimes we go and forget
Where we came from
And we don't know
Yeah we don't know

Sittin' back
Starin' through the haze off the road on that beaten track
Sittin' back
Starin' through the haze off the road on that beaten track
It was like I'm in a beast of a lion
Eating me, peacefully dying
But had no friends I could ever rely on
I was sitting back watching through that
Haze off that road on that beaten track
But keeping that evil intact
I put the beat to track
And found freedom found that
I could be myself and find my wealth through my roots back
Never wanted to adapt of in fact
Take an accent or an act that for years
Had told me fuck back

Sometimes we go and forget
Where we came from
And we don't know
Sometimes we go and forget
Where we came from
And we don't know
Sometimes we go and forget
Where we came from
And we don't know
Yeah we don't know

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